I must admit that I have wondered at times what it would be like to be famous. I watch the Academy Awards and think about walking the red carpet and standing there posing while the Papparzzi snaps photos of me. Then I think about people hiding behind bushes, waiting for me to take out my garbage so they can sift through it. And I cringe when I think of all of those tabloid headlines screaming, "TIM-ELVIS EATS OWN HAND IN BIZZARRE TWINKIE BINGE."
So, it is probably for the best that I'm not famous.